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Cyberjello’s Deleted Scenes and Scrapped Segments

Summary:

A collection of bits and pieces that were originally written for other fanfics I wrote, but were ultimately removed for one or more reasons.

Notes:

I initially considered just sharing these on the SRS Discord Server, but then I figured if I was going to end up with more than one of these things, I may as well put them somewhere all in one place for reference.

Warning: These probably won’t be edited or checked for errors, so beware wild spelling errors, vicious autocorrect attacks, deadly grammar and the odd repetitive wording. Read at your own risk.

(See the end of the work for more notes.)

Chapter 1: Shifting Shenanigans - TFW You Blow Up Your Friend by Accident

Summary:

(Original Fic: Shifting Shenanigans - Chapter 2)
Tags if this were a fic: Phillip Maxwell, angst

After Phillip’s fire jet violently self-destructs, he wakes up not knowing whether or not Alex was injured, or what to do if he is.

Notes:

This was what I originally wrote for when Phillip wakes up in his crater in Chapter 2 after he detonates. This scene was never finished, and scrapped halfway through writing it for being too much darker than the rest of the story.

(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)

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Phillip's senses were slow to return to him with the rest of his body. The first thing he felt when he came to was the steady yet harsh increase and decrease of pressure in his chest, followed by the rapid thumping of his heart. He had no sense of touch, he couldn't hear or see anything. It was probably for the best at the moment. He could feel the pieces of his balloon form dissolving and flowing back to where his arms and legs should be, and he really did not need to see what he was still missing. I really messed this one up, he thought idly. Alex is never going to—

Oh crap, Alex!

Had he been caught in the explosion? Phillip had no idea how large the blast would have been; physics wasn’t exactly his forte like chemistry was, and he'd been too busy trying to contain it to try to guess. Please be okay please be okay please—

He was interrupted by the sound of his own panicked breaths as his ears were reformed. He cut his breath short and listened silently. He didn't hear any shouts of pain, which was either a good sign or a really, really bad one.

His eyes finally opened, showing him the small, dry crater he was lying in. He rolled over onto his stomach, weakly trying to push himself up onto his knees as he sluggishly tried to form a plan for whatever injuries Alex might have gotten. Phillip figured the worst of it might involve serious burns if he had been close enough. He didn't know how to treat burns; he couldn't recall much first-aid and had generally avoided medical staff like the plague back at the Institute. What about shrapnel, or a concussion? Could explosions cause concussions?

As if one victim hadn't been enough, Fai's voice emanated from somewhere behind him: “PHILLIP!”

Phillip inhaled sharply, sucking in a lungful of smoke that wasn't his own and crumpling into a fit of coughing as his mind similarly choked on a new wave of worst-case scenarios. When had Fai shown up? Had she been injured as well? How many of the others had he hurt with this screw-up?

 

[AN]Actually, we’re scrapping this scene for the sake of tonal consistency. Let’s take it from Phillip waking up again.[/AN]

Notes:

—And that’s as far as I got before I realized this scene was kind of jarring, like “Oh haha, Phillip turned his arm into a cannon, we’re just having so much fun, oh whoops he accidentally blew up, lol—HE COULD HAVE KILLED EVERYONE AND THE GUILT SHALL WEIGH HEAVILY UPON HIS SOUL FOREVER!” You can probably tell why I ended up scrapping this. Bit of tonal whiplash there, whoops!

Tone issues aside, I still like it almost as much as what went into the finished product. It’s an internal monologue, which I’ve found I really enjoy writing. It’s easier to describe what’s going on inside a character’s head than what’s outside it. An image is worth a thousand words, but that’s a crap conversion rate, I’m getting ripped off!